New Ulm weekly review., 1887-11-16
behind are singing as they draw near

more ble and beautiful title? Who
can 1T be who is now a saint Of God?
Only old Goss, the grocer. Certainly,
he was a church warden also latterly.
He was a decent old fellow, too; hon
est when he could easily have cheated;
kindly and generous when it might
have been more Tor his interest to be
suspicious and harsh; and if his
';views" were marrow" surely it is
better to be too much afraid OF doing
wrong than not afraid enough! Be-
sides, at the last, in his illness, he
shook off his old shop as a butterfly
shakes off its chrysalis, and his heart
went home to Heaven. Perhaps the
blacksmith, who headed the choir,
and had chosen the hymn for thesake
of the tune, had not made such bad
hit after all.
After that heavy burden walked
the two young men and their mother,
arather ladylike little woman
She had been a governess and mar
rieG the well-todo shopkeeper, partly
for a home perhaps, but not alto
gether. She felt his death very much,
and leaned heavily upon the arm OF
her manly son, John. But Will
was the one she was proud Of.
"He's more OF a gentleman than
john she said, and GER
tainly he was thin and pale, and fond
OF books, while John was tall and
strong. and fond of work.
They were LETT comfortably provid.
ed for about three thousand apiece
besides the shop.
Lets sell the business and go up to
London" !" said Will.
"What for? What's the good Of
London?"
ooh. London! Why, I might get
some literary work if we only lived in
London. Editors and people like
that, don't think anything OF you if
live in the country
Poor, honest John, who knew moth
ing about editors, or literature, or
anything of the kind, looked troubled.
Il should have thought myself that
it didn't matter where good work
came from. know when I am buy
ing things, all care about is the
quality; whether they come from
Reading, or London, or America, does
not matter a bit. BY the by. brother,
Mrs. Reece said Miss Dulcie liked those
biscuits l made for her, and wants
more. I'll have a whole lot done;
daresay might get a little trade for
them"
"You've no soul, John, I do de-
c]are" said Will, with impatient dis
gust. "You think your little trade
the most important thing in the
world"
"lt is to me-it's my work"
Nov, If l were in your place Iwould
never lot another creature taste those
biscuits that made for Miss Dulcie;
they are stamped with her approval
and no Inferior person should have
them for love or money. It's trif1e,
of course, but it shows how utterly
you lack poetry and sentiment, that
your only idea should be of making a
little trader
swell, a great trade, then.''
''Pooh! And if you did, would it
bring you any nearer Miss Dulcie?"
, John didn't speak; but sudden
wild idea flashed into his mind. Per.
feet madness it was, but it made his
heart beat and sent the color into his
face.
''Now for my part" went on Will,
calmly, II mean to be gentle man
a literary man can get into any So
ciety. I have got a little thing COM
ing out in one Of the magazines, and I
mean to 60 up to London at once and
look about me-
We have all heard of the pride and
exultation with which a young au-
thor receives his first proofs; but it
was not all the case with. Will He
took them quite calmly as a matter
of course. 1t was the first thing he
had ever sent to a magazine, and he
never doubted for ~ moment
that it would appear in
the next number-odly enough it
did. 1t happened to be short, just to
fit a spare corner, and just to turn up
at the right time. But Will didn't al
low that. He simply counted the
lines, and thought he would write some
thing longer next time. Then he
should get more money.
He made a little mistake, as most
OF us know by bitter experience. ALI
he got was his old MS back, of course.
But he went to London, and
frequented the British Museum where
he smelt the books, till his body
was as upset as his mind would have
been if he had read them. And though
the books in the reading-room enter
the brain chiefly by the nose, there are
other studies which go through the
eyes-studies of human nature.
The most interesting Of these to un-
sophisticated Will was sad looking
young lady, who spent q great deal OF
time over the catalogue. She became
SO depressed that sometimes she was
quite limp-certainly, the great. vol
umes are exhausting; and VIII grad
ually gave her more and more help
| with her studies She was a pale,
fragile girl, mostly dressed in a pecul-
iarly made gown OF dirty mustard col
or, which Will, who thought Miss
Dulcie's cheerful muslins and hand
some silks, perfection, did not ad.
! noire at fret thnryh hA learned